Fairytale - Poem

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Deep in the overgrown forest, where magic lies,

There are twinkles as fairies sing in the skies,

Their voices magnified, in the light, pink air,

The forest fills with hope, wonder and care.

The trolls, they emerge and bash down the trees,

Their stinky stench will make you sneeze,

The hair from their ears, and from their nose,

Will grow all the way down to their furry toes.

Along comes a Prince, sat upon his white horse,

Searching for the lost Princess, he's full of remorse,

With the evil trolls, a battle does start,

To fight for his Princess, and to win her heart.

The Prince wins the battle and peace is restored,

And the Princess's heart shall become his reward,

Down on his knee, he pulls out a golden ring,

A happy ending for the Queen and King.

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